roccoschili Chapter 321: Encountering obstacles in collecting the chickens
Chapter 321: Encountering obstacles in collecting the chickens
"I'm still busy with opening a fast food restaurant, so I won't join in the fun. When I have the opportunity next year, I will take my family to Xiangjiang to find you."
Li Cunxi declined politely.
"Okay, by the way, I invested all the money the company made recently in Heroes, so we don't have any money to share for the time being."
"I'm not short of money for the time being. After a while, I will send you a second script. With the money I make, you can just continue filming."
Li Cunxi started to eat the food on the table.
Starting next year, the RMB will depreciate, and the Hong Kong dollar, which is pegged to the US dollar, will continue to rise. Therefore, it is better to keep the money earned in Hong Kong for the time being to prepare for future emergencies.
The two ate for a while, chatting away from each other.
dong dong dong.
"Sister Ling, Uncle Wu is here."
"Let him in."
Zhong Ling put down his chopsticks and said to Li Cunxi, "I'll introduce you to a friend."
Li Cunxi also put down his chopsticks and stood up.
The door opened slowly.
A balding middle-aged man with a fat figure walked in.
"Miss."
The middle-aged man bowed slightly towards Zhong Ling.
"Uncle Wu, why are you so polite to me again? Just call me by my name."
Zhong Ling said angrily.
The middle-aged man smiled and said nothing.
"Uncle Wu, let me introduce to you. This is my friend Li Cunxi. He has some things to do in Yangcheng. You have many connections here. Please help me take care of him."
"This is an elder in my family who has left the society. He is also one of the first people to invest in and set up factories in the mainland. He has a good relationship with the place. If you have anything to do, you can contact him."
Zhong Ling introduced each other.
Li Cunxi hurriedly shook hands with him and said softly: "Uncle Wu, you are really my timely help. I just have something to trouble you."
"Haha, Mr. Li might as well tell you what it is and see if I can help Old Wu."
Wu Yang sat down with a smile.
Li Cunxi took the initiative to fill Wu Yang's tea, then sat down and told the story.
"Hey, I don't really know anyone over at the meat factory, but it doesn't matter. Give me a day and I'll help you make sure it doesn't delay your shipment. As for transportation, I have my own fleet. I'll take care of it tomorrow. Send someone to collect the chickens with you.”
Wu Yang also gave Li Cunxi face, basically helping him in every aspect.
"Thank you very much. I'll give you a toast with tea instead of wine. I'm so envious that Zhong Ling can have an elder like you."
Li Cunxi was also extremely complimentary.
In the 90s, he had dealt with some Jianghu people in Xiangjiang, and his biggest characteristic was his good face.
As long as the coaxing is done, everything can be discussed.
Facts have proved that this flattery was not in vain.
The next morning.
A young man came to the guest house and told Li Cunxi that the relationship with the Yangcheng Meat Factory had been settled. The slaughtering fee for a chicken was 2 cents, and the cold storage was free. The refrigerated truck meat factory could not provide it, but Wu Yang said he would find a way to give it to him. Find a few.
Li Cunxi put Huang Ping'an and his wife and others on the train and started running around major breeding farms.
The farms near Shencheng are not large in scale. Together, they can receive about 80.00 chickens a day, which is about [-] kilograms. After the white-feathered chickens are slaughtered, the meat yield is about [-]%. Remove the Chicken necks, chicken heads, these parts he didn't intend to get, he could receive about half a ton of chicken a day. .
Li Cunxi estimated that in the month before the opening of his fried chicken restaurant, with the help of various publicity campaigns, he had to produce at least four to five hundred kilograms of chicken every day, and that half a ton was consumed in two days at most.
The farms in Beijing will not be able to supply broilers until March at the earliest.
So before that, he must prepare at least two months' worth of chicken, which is thirty tons, which is probably the total output of these farms in more than a month.
slaughterhouse.
The pony-tailed man stood in front of the door, waiting left and right, but no one came to deliver the chicken.
"Do these mainlanders want to rebel? It's so late and they haven't brought the chicken to grandpa yet. They don't even think about it. They are still chewing tree bark without us Xiangjiang people enjoying the food."
He kept complaining, but he waited until sunset, but no car came.
"Boss, it's already dark. Should we get off work?"
A slaughterhouse worker came up to ask.
"Get out of here, don't forget to lock the door."
The ponytail man warned, got in the car and headed to Yang Guorong's breeding farm.
"Old Yang."
"Old Yang."
The ponytail man shouted outside the door.
Yang Guorong, who was having a meal in the office, hurried out. When he saw the man with a ponytail, he immediately showed a flattering smile: "Mr. Guo, why are you here?"
"You idiot, don't pretend to be confused. Where are the chickens today? Why didn't you bring them over? The windows of my slaughterhouse were opened."
The ponytail man asked sharply.
Yang Guorong smiled apologetically and said: "Mr. Guo, please calm down. There is a customer who is in urgent need of goods, so we have to give him priority this month. We are temporarily unable to deliver goods to the slaughterhouse."
The pony-tailed man grabbed Yang Guorong's collar and cursed loudly: "You stupid mainland man, I reward you for eating this meal. Now that your wings are hardened, you want to rebel, right?"
"Don't be angry, Mr. Guo. I'll charge him for one month. After paying for this month, I'll supply you immediately."
Yang Guorong still had a smile on his face.
The pony-tailed man let go of Yang Guorong and ordered in an unquestionable tone: "I don't care how much money you charge. I won't see chickens tomorrow. Not only will you never want to supply goods to me in the future, I will also find a way to get your chickens." Kill them all, think about it yourself."
Say it.
He turned around and left, preparing to find trouble in other farms.
"Bah, I deserve to die."
Yang Guorong cursed angrily, but then sighed sadly.
Although he can't stand the domineering Xiangjiang guy.
But the situation is stronger than the people.
If he wanted to make money safely, he had no choice but to compromise.
The next day.
Li Cunxi learned that several farms were unwilling to ship goods and went straight to Yang Guorong's farm.
"Brother Yang, we have signed the shipping contract, why did we suddenly change our minds?"
Li Cunxi asked dissatisfiedly.
"Mr. Li, our farms all rely on the slaughterhouse to supply you with supplies. The slaughterhouse has to open the skylights. The boss is not willing to come to the door, so we can only cut off your chicken supply."
Yang Guorong said as he took out several wads of money from the drawer: "I have deducted the chicken money for the past two days according to the market price of one yuan, and the remaining money will be returned to you."
"Brother Yang, do you think this will work? Supply one-third to me and two-thirds to the slaughterhouse, so that they won't open the skylight and I can get the chicken."
Li Cunxi proposed a compromise.